Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Suicide,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.